All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown,
The moon rolls through the night time
Till the day break comes around
All my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
The seasons spinning round again
The years keep rolling by. (Harry Chapin)
The wheel is rolling, turning, spinning – never stopping. Time – nothing more than a breath of wind.
Life blows away like the seeds of the dandelion, not to end, but to start again. To multiply and to return to you the riches of the earth – life: the power of all creation.